From Our Altitude
the city would look like a shaved cat- “Now, there’s an exhibition of ball control,”
- Lady Danger.
- among the ruins
- told me to open my palm
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From our altitude, if we could have seen down through the blizzard to the distant Contrarian capital, the city would look like a shaved cat sunning itself upon the marshy plains. And yet higher we had to climb. I swung my axe tirelessly at the head of the expedition, to the ongoing admiration of my men. “Now, there’s an exhibition of ball control,” I heard a yeoman yodeler remark.
The entrance to the supposed yeti cavern was supposedly not much farther, and though the treacherous conditions demanded my full attention still my mind was restless over the impending confrontation with Oksana. The yodelers behind me were nervous too. They had heard rumors about her, and they had their own name for her as well: Lady Danger.
Mountainfolk superstition held that this woman commanded a battalion of yeti, and that she dwelled with them deep in the myriad tunnels within the peak, among the ruins of a long-dead yeti civilization. And it seemed that only the most superstitious of the folk were accepted into the garrisons.
My next mighty axe-swing shattered a wall of ice and I tumbled into the gaping hole revealed in the rock face beneath. There was no way to control my descent as I rolled and bounced down what felt like miles of meandering passages, finally sprawling on a hard, flat surface.
I could see nothing at first, but slowly my eyes adapted to the gloom and I detected lumbering shapes all around me. One of the furry white bipeds came close, and in a guttural voice with a heavy Harmonian accent, told me to open my palm.
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